Nikita Vostrikova (trickylittlegun) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-15 17:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-04, dagmar, nikita |
Better than a breakfast hotpocket
Who: Dagmar and Nikita
Where: Dagmar's house for starters, then driving about town
When: Morning
Nikita had mixed feelings about meeting up with Jokull's daughter, strictly because she had never fed off of someone that young before. She would have preferred Linnea, but Jokull insisted on the little one, so whatever. As long as Jokull kept his end on the offer and gave the girl to her high as a kite, then all was well.
Glancing out the window in the backseat of her Jaguar, Nikita grumbled while adjusting her sunglasses the moment some light gently peered in. Her driver turned his head slightly to eye Nikita, who in turn shot him a death glare, and his eyes were back on the road. Even with sunglasses concealing her gaze, Nikita could still stare down people into submission. Wasn't that hard. Eventually they rolled on up to the address she was giving and she peered out the window again to see if the girl was there. If Jokull stood her up then she was storming the house with a shotgun in tow until she got her fix of some blood. The hell was so difficult about this in the first place?
"That her, boss?" The driver motioned to the blonde girl from a far.
Nikita adjusted her sunglasses again to look over them, catching sight of the young girl. "Well, well, well. Bastard actually went through with it." Propping the backseat door open for Dagmar, Nikita called out to her before scooting over to give the girl some room. "Hop on in, darling."